The summer that was beautiful, could not stay.
Standing in the yard, dressed like a kid.
Trying to fly a kite so high in the sky.
It started raining, and I enjoyed the smell of the wet earth — petrichor..
But it made me sad too, because things are not like they used to be.
It made me sit there for a while.
Peaches are grown again, but they don't taste the same anymore.
Yeah, it is sweet, bittersweet.
Dance, sweetheart, to feel it.
Keep your heart clear as the sky.
Lying down to see the sky from a different perspective, but it is still the same .
And wait for a while sweet darling to see a beautiful ending of the day.
Not certainly, but quietly, I feel you in the gentle warm rays of sunsets, Beautiful.
And it makes me mad at the truth.
Now you walk to your home, and see those unanswered calls and messages.
Thinking they are probably going to hate you for not responding sooner, but who's gonna tell them you feel nothing?
And It's dark again, and here you are sitting alone, squinting your eyes and feeling where the gentle summer night breeze is coming from.
I answer myself : the wind is coming from everywhere, and I know I'm never right about it. Because I know someone who always knows exactly where the wind is blowing from.
It makes me mad again.
Because summer never lets me forget, and it can never be the same.
Bittersweet.
